Itās been an emotional week, but I canāt decide if that’s because of the caffeine or the culture warā¦ I do know Iāve been feeling a bit fraught; on a slightly paranoid edge that I canāt totally explain. Part of it is certainly down to an excess of caffeine. I normally limit myself to the […]
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I should probably not blog when Iām angry, but nothing rankles me more than a bully. Punch up not down is my guiding mantra, and Iām always happy to swing a fist to help the underdog. But onto this blogpost and the fact that the lockdown has easedā¦ I write this ahead of whatever Johnson […]
Continue Reading17.55. Had an early tea (dinner for those in the south) and Iām back at my desk with the window open, a slight breeze blowing, the birds singing. It would be so very calming except for the sound of the neighbourās grandkids splashing and screaming in their paddling poolā¦ Iām not sure why Iām writing […]
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So I checkedā¦ I checked to see Iād be eligible for any of the help the government have so generously offered the self-employed for the past/ongoing three months of lockdown. And, I admit, at first, I was blinded by the chancellorās delivery. I believed Rishi Sunak when he stepped up those many weeks ago and […]
Continue ReadingThe news that Professor Neil Ferguson has been crunching something more than the numbers during lockdown means I need to stick a new post-it on my monitor to remind me that itās ānone of my bloody businessā. Itās the business of certain newspapers, though, who seem to take great delight in having found somebody displaying […]
Continue ReadingOnce upon a time, when I was less grey but significantly more unhappy, I used to be a computer programmer. Well, I say āprogrammerā but I was probably one step away from a hacker; little more than a one-man-band who would write software to order, bypassing all the formal training Iād been taught at university […]
Continue ReadingWhy Dunciad.com?
It’s a cool domain name and it was available. Yes, I know. Available. Crazy, isn’t it?
Really?
Yes. It also helps that it’s also my favourite satire written by Alexander Pope, one of the most metrically pure English poets who also knew his way around a crude insult or two. If you’ve not read it, you should give it a try.
So this is satire, right?
Can’t deny it. There will be some. But it’s also an experiment in writing and drawing, giving work away for free in order to see how many people are willing to support a writer doing his thing. It’s the weird stuff that I wouldn’t get published elsewhere in this word of diminishing demands and cookie-cutter tastes.
